Lady Tremaine, called once more to work, reluctantly left her teacher's quarters and came out to a classroom with a broken door. The desks were all fitted with cauldrons, though some were in better shape than others. None were in shape that could be called good. The chairs were, of course, worse.

"Come in, come in," she snapped. "No dawdling. Evil does not dawdle. We might tarry, we might pause before we strike, but we do not hide and we do not cower. Take a seat and we'll begin."